country-house. He had just been elected marshal of the nobility, and had come there with his young wife for the winter holidays. Anfisa Alexeyevna’s birthday came off just then, too, and there were two balls arranged.
At that time Dumas-fils’ beautiful work, La Dame aux Camélias — a novel which I consider imperishable — had just come into fashion. In the provinces all the ladies were in raptures over it, those who had read it, at least. Camellias were all the fashion. Everyone inquired for them, everybody wanted them; and a grand lot of camellias are to be got in a country town — as you all know — and two balls to provide for!
“Poor Peter Volhofskoi was desperately in love with Anfisa Alexeyevna. I don’t know